and even though she knew no one was going to pluck stars from the sky and hand them to her, it was a comfort to imagine that someone just might try.
Sometimes it’s the small things that hold the most meaning in our lives. They show up as everyday actions, expressed through the simplest gestures and the gentlest of comments. Yet make no mistake, this is what love looks like. This Mother’s Day my mother wants only an ice cream cone. She says, “that will be enough.” ❤ Mom opens the passenger door and slides … Read More A Lady and A Crown
You were born beneath an ireful star, launched into a destiny predetermined by a past. So, it is fitting that I wait for your arrival at the darkest hour of night. In dreams, I am certain you return. It is winter’s cusp, a time of confusion and crossover. Hail mixes with sunshine. Green shoots wither with frost. A time of sorrows passing and joy’s … Read More Midnight
The circle opened to let me in. A hand reached for mine. Warmth from a touch pulsed through starved veins; a fingertip graced my forearm. A heartbeat slowed. We stood tall together. Ancestors, cousins, sisters, mothers and aunts all stepped forth, heads held high. You turned and faced us. Strong women. We’ve known struggle. The brave ones; we’ve faced fear, cut it down with … Read More The Circle
A Gentleman “Grandfather, Great Spirit, Once more behold me on earth and lean to hear my feeble voice.” ~Black Elk It wasn’t a fancy car but it was reliable. My Grandfather drove an aging Valiant Wayfarer utility wagon. This was in keeping with his humble style. A simple man, my grandfather had his own brand of street style. An aura of authenticity hovered over … Read More
Grandpa fashioned the wooden cradle by hand and painted it Barn Red. I remember that afternoon; his hands set the cradle onto the linoleum floor. My small hands reached forth, rocked the cradle. His gentle eyes looked into mine, “For your doll, rock her to sleep,” he said. He turned to my mother, “I found the pattern in the newspaper.” I recall the cradle was … Read More The Cradle
My lately~ has been retrospective; maybe you can relate. This morning I attacked the basement, cleaning and placing loose photos and memories into their corresponding scrapbooks with hope that one day these bits of memory will be meaningful for family. I came across a memoir of sorts, once tossed into a box, given to me by a much missed “aunt.” In it: a family’s … Read More Retrospection